He
had no dream of the glories of the law. The fact that these rules laid
down by men to govern their social organisation were the result of
ages of striving toward perfection did not greatly interest him and he
only thought of them as weapons with which to attack and defend in the
battle of brains he meant presently to fight. His mind gloated in
anticipation of the battle.
CHAPTER III
And then a new element asserted itself in the life of McGregor. One of
the hundreds of disintegrating forces that attack strong natures,
striving to scatter their force in the back currents of life, attacked
him. His big body began to feel with enervating persistency the call
of sex.
In the house in Wycliff Place McGregor passed as a mystery. By keeping
silence he won a reputation for wisdom. The clerks in the hall
bedrooms thought him a scientist. The woman from Cairo thought him a
theological student. Down the hall a pretty girl with large black eyes
who worked in a department store down town dreamed of him at night.
When in the evening he banged the door to his room and strode down the
hallway going to the night school she sat in a chair by the open door
of her room. As he passed she raised her eyes and looked at him
boldly. When he returned she was again by the door and again she
looked boldly at him.
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